The helmet hadn’t protected Clint from the smoke. He’d coughed and coughed until he’d fallen over. He’d been helpless.

When the air cleared, Clint saw his new teammates in combat against a bunch of people in suits like Adam’s. Beekeepers used smoke, he was sure he’d seen that somewhere. These pricks had come into his town and made him helpless.

Clint stood up, felt the energy from the helmet course through his veins. The nearest Beekeeper was facing away, trying to find some way to flank Gladys and Dante.

Clint punched the prick right in the back of the head.